august moon
bareilles, sara
i can't see straight anymore
i'm ten feet from your door. surprise
dear--you both don't know
that i'm here watching alone. my worst fear
now my home. such a cruel
while i stay under the august moon
and i pray sleep comes soon
now one here. just a cruel
cruel heart. i don't know what i'm gonna say
and i crave the very ground
and i'll cry on. i'm ten feet from your door
my heart beat not anymore
i'm empty and not yours. just a cruel